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EquinoxSol
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Stopping in his moving to watch Tiris try to follow his lead, Oriske soon shook himself out of the trance, and was moving again, pulling himself up to the rope above him. Twining the rope around his arm in a way that made it so that if he slipped, it would hurt like hell but he wouldn't fall. Inching his way over to a first-class balcony, which was larger and the railing wasn't as high, he grasped the floor of it, his fingers pressing into the solid metal almost desperately.
Hearing the sounds of gunfire, he looked back to see Tiris under fire by the guards. Stifling back a smile when the bounty hunter screamed as he swung onto the rope beneath him, Oriske returned to focusing on getting his feet onto the balcony next to him. Moving his hand to the bars on the railing, he slowly unwound his arm from the rope, placing it onto the railing as well.
Getting his feet on there was another thing altogether. He had to physically pull himself up to a level where he could get his feet onto the balcony, and was swinging with nothing beneath him for several minutes. Flinching at Tiris' shouted words, he frowned slightly before shoving his shoes through the bars, feeling the cold iron next to his ankles. Shifting around so that his feet couldn't slip through the bars, he swung backwards, almost level with Tiris, his jacket blowing in the wind as another gust hit them.
"Care for some help?" he asked, before taking the device the inventor had out again. "Wonder what would happen if I cut the rope?" Powering it, the whir of the blade started up, and he held it near the rope, just out of Tiris's reach.
Hearing the sounds of gunfire, he looked back to see Tiris under fire by the guards. Stifling back a smile when the bounty hunter screamed as he swung onto the rope beneath him, Oriske returned to focusing on getting his feet onto the balcony next to him. Moving his hand to the bars on the railing, he slowly unwound his arm from the rope, placing it onto the railing as well.
Getting his feet on there was another thing altogether. He had to physically pull himself up to a level where he could get his feet onto the balcony, and was swinging with nothing beneath him for several minutes. Flinching at Tiris' shouted words, he frowned slightly before shoving his shoes through the bars, feeling the cold iron next to his ankles. Shifting around so that his feet couldn't slip through the bars, he swung backwards, almost level with Tiris, his jacket blowing in the wind as another gust hit them.
"Care for some help?" he asked, before taking the device the inventor had out again. "Wonder what would happen if I cut the rope?" Powering it, the whir of the blade started up, and he held it near the rope, just out of Tiris's reach.